One day, James Brown singing “Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag” kept running through my head so naturally I played along with it.

I thought everything was o.k.  But then, all of the sudden things weren’t.

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Oddly enough the incident that brought about my demise was not the result of something I had done.  It was because another percussionist in in our section played a shitty trick on me.

I’m not sure guilt or innocence matters though. Green had it out for me.  Sooner or later he would have found a reason to kick me out.

So, that day was as good as any day to get the boot.    Better actually since,  if it would have happened on any other day, maybe I wouldn’t have the satisfaction of knowing I had gone out with a bang!

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